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	“A-Asgore, Frisk is-” Toriel attempted to speak out through the flurry of kisses that were coming her way, her lips suffering constant assault. “Frisk is supposed to be home with Sans in thirty minutes.”

	The king halted his advance, allowing time for Toriel to catch her breath. “Well, how about you,” he started, plucking her phone from her pocket and placing it into her hands, “Text Sans that something came up and now you’re gonna be stuck somewhere until further notice.” He smirked at her, his grin wide before he turned her around suddenly, pushing her over the dining room table. Toriel let out a surprised sound as Asgore continued, “And while you do that, I’ll take care of the necessary arrangements back here.”

	His voice was sultry and perfectly low, his words making Toriel melt at the idea. She wasn’t fully opposed at the idea of the impromptu meet up, her resistance was starting to slip by the second and her worries about Frisk were just about to disappear. Her body, as opposed to her mind, was completely fine with the idea. She could feel herself grow more and more aroused as he played with the back of her skirt, her tail raising instinctively to greet him. Suddenly, her skirt vanished from her hips, Toriel shaking as her panties were soon to follow all the down to her shivering knees. A moan fell from her lips as her hips were grabbed and squeezed, the sensation enough to drive her mad. She felt him toy and play with her rump, her mind all the way made up as her focus turned to her phone.

	As Toriel tapped away, Asgore was acting as a kid in a candy store. He’s spent the past few days only able to stare at her rump through that accursed get up she wore to work; this view has been long past due. His smile grew only wider and wider, the king completely content for the time being as each half of her rump filled his hands. The king was haphazard with his fun, placing his affection where he deemed fit, knowing that no matter what he would be rewarded with a moan. A spank there, a squeeze here. Simply watching how it responded to his various toying was enough for him, until finally he decided it was time to drive the point home.

	He knelt down, eliciting a gasp from the queen as he spread her cheeks apart and revealed his prize. Asgore admired her assets for a short while, his blatant staring making Toriel’s already shaky stance that much more unbalanced. Originally, he his aim would have been her already dripping entrance, but this time his view turned a few degrees north. His grin turned devilish before burying his nose right beneath her tail. Toriel nearly lost grip of her phone, a shuddering cry of both surprise and pleasure escaping her muzzle. A shiver traveled up along her spine in a way that she hadn’t felt in what seemed like eons, forcing her entire body to contract and release at once. Her knees collapsed inward, leaving her on her toes as Asgore made quick work of her rear end, his tongue doing as it pleased. She hadn’t been touched back there for who knows how long, but now she was starting to remember why she let him.

	A pleasure she was not at all used to was flying blissfully along her nerves, forcing gasp after moan from the queen as her other hole was stuck dripping like a faucet. Toriel’s eyes could hardly stay focused while Asgore’s tongue had its reign. The king was ravenous, his muzzle stuck at the base of her tail as his hands only pulled her hips closed towards him. Endlessly manly licks and laps washed over her, each one making her lose more and more of her already very limited composure. She glanced down, what little of her more coherent mind remembering that she urgently needed to send that text. A shiver rocked the queen as Asgore pushed his tongue in just a little bit deeper, sending her through another level of rapture as her hands desperately held onto the phone. Shaky fingers tapped as best they could at her phone screen, her face contorted in a loopy form of concentration. She was forced to pause as a gasp escaped her lips, needy pants following right after as she tried to focus back on the task at hand. Impatience grew in her chest as she sloppily slapped letters into words in the message bar, her finger jamming the spot marked “Send” on her screen and hoped that Sans would understand whatever she just sent him.

	Toriel slammed her phone onto the table, letting out a shuddering moan as she rested her head next to it, giving into the continuous and mind numbing pleasure. Her eyes crossed as she simply rode along the intruding waves of pleasure, her entire form just relaxed against Asgore’s mouth. He was doing diligent work of eating her ass, continuously and thoroughly washing his tongue over her needy rump, his nose planted in place as his mouth continued to give her no respite. Asgore grinned as he felt her hips press back against him, his efforts redoubling to great effect as he could tell how into she was getting. Toriel was a mess over her own dining table, her face a wide grin of complete lust and pleasure with eyes that stared on completely unfocused due to bliss. Constant confessions of rapture fell from her, moans tumbling from her teeth as words that were once formed collapsed into meaningless syllables on her tongue. The only comprehensible words that one could make from her were “Asgore,” and “Yes,” both of which were all that the king needed to hear.

	Asgore was having a hay-day, his smile wide as he endlessly licked and lapped away at her rear. He’d been wanting to do this since the two of them had started sleeping together, his memories of the few nights many years ago where Toriel allowed him anal were some of his favorites, and today he finally got his way. His play had been a gamble, but the bet on red finally turned out to be successful. His craving grew with every flick of his tongue, the taste and smell of her pure arousal getting his blood pumping and mouth watering. Simply eating her ass was enough for him for the time being, but he couldn’t wait to use that tight hole that he hadn’t felt for far too long. Hearing how she has been reacting to the appetizer was only getting him more and more excited for the main course, and made his oral assault only that much more fervent.

	Toes curled and hips raised as Toriel stared on with blank eyes, her entire body desperately wanting more as her mind was stuck in a fuzz. That tongue was driving her absolutely bonkers, the muscle commanding every bit of Toriel’s conscious as every part of her just wanting to get absolutely fucked. Her face was still glued to the table, Toriel barely able to muster the strength to keep her legs in place. She groaned as her rim was licked and her ass was grabbed ruthlessly, her back already as bent as far as it would go. A craving formed deep in her chest as minutes felt like seconds, her barely-there mind visualizing exactly what she wanted, which, fortunately for both of the goats, was precisely what Asgore had to give.

	Asgore suddenly pressed his muzzle even harder against Toriel’s ass, his tongue briefly working double overtime as he finally decided she was sufficiently warmed up. He pulled his head back, his lustful and lidded eyes eating up the wonderful view of her worked hole. Toriel was finally given some time to adjust while Asgore stood up, her mind able to lift a small bit of the fog as the king readjusted behind her. Asgore was once again greeting with a very pretty picture. Toriel’s hips were hanging off the table, her rear end still shaking in his grip and her tail hiked up fully for him, while her upper half was flopped pitifully over the polished oak, her head turned onto one side. The queen was still panting and shivering as she felt his hands slip and fall from her rump. Her barely-lucid grin widened as she heard the wonderful sound of a zipper being unzipped.

	A coo fell from the queen as she felt something warm and heavy land on her butt, her hips once again raising at the proposition. Her hips wiggled and tail wagged, still completely eager as she completely wanted what was coming next.Asgore accepted the offering, grinding his cock between the soft halfs of her rear, gladly squeezing her cheeks again as he dominantly grabbed her ass. His eyes were lidded and smile wide and lewd, his libidinous side quickly taking over.